Date: 1741
"Unknown, unfriended to the regal Bed; / For in the secret Closet of her Breast, / Constantia her imperial Birth suppress'd"
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Date: 1741
"No Window to Her Bosom did we need, / The Goodness there appear'd in ev'ry Deed"
preview | full record— Miller, James (1704-1744)
Date: 1742
Judgement may assume "her Seat, the Mind"
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1742
"No more shall trickling Sorrows roll / Thro' those dear Windows of his Soul."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1742
"Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire; / In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar / Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust; / Dismounted every great and glorious aim; / Embruted every faculty divine; / Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; / Speech burnishes our mental magazine, / Brightens for ornament, and whets for use."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Celestial Happiness, whene'er she stoops / To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, / And one alone, to make her sweet amends / For absent heaven,--the bosom of a friend; / Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, / Each other's pillow to repose divine."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"From dreams, where Thought in Fancy's maze runs mad, / To reason, that heaven-lighted lamp in man, / Once more I wake; and at the destined hour, / Punctual as lovers to the moment sworn, / I keep my assignation with my woe."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"My soul is dead, my heart is stone, / A cage of birds and beasts unclean, / A den of thieves, a dire abode / Of dragons, but no house of God."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles